Free Yellow Rose Mysteries 02 - A Wedding to Die For by Leann Sweeney Page A

have a last name or—”
    “Everyone knows Sister Nell. You’ll find her.”
    More noise erupted from the peanut gallery, but the nurse remained unperturbed, despite my sincere belief that Darien, who’d woken the rest of his buddies, was about to burst a blood vessel in his head. I had to get out of here. “Thanks. Is medical records on the first floor?”
    She nodded and gave me a little wave, then turned and walked back into the nursery.
    Meanwhile I hightailed it to the elevator. If this job would be taking me to more maternity wards in the future, I wasn’t sure I could stay in the business.
    Back downstairs, the open door to medical records revealed an office with a fatigued-looking receptionist wearing a white shirt as pale as her face. Her desk was piled with file folders. There were doors on either side of her desk and one behind her.
    “My name is Abby Rose and I’m looking for Sister Nell.” I put the business card on the woman’s desk.
    She glanced at it just as the phone rang, then waved me in the direction of the door behind her before she picked up the receiver.
    I followed a tile path around the desk and stopped in the entry to what I assumed was Sister Nell’s office. Though the receptionist’s desk had been piled ominously high, every available square foot in this room was stacked with books, binders, and manila file folders. Apparently the front desk was the first port of call and everything eventually ended up here.
    A graying kinky-haired woman sat at a desk against the left wall staring at a computer screen, her back to me. The monitor was not elevated, and she had to crane her neck and hunch her shoulders.
    “Bet you go to bed with a backache,” I said.
    She jerked around, hand to her heart. “Mercy, young woman, you scared the bejesus out of me.”
    She wore a navy blue sweater, white high-collar blouse, and a charcoal-colored skirt. So where was her nun’s veil?
    “Sorry if I startled you,” I said. “But your monitor is too low. That can cause back pain.” Weird image, I thought. Nuns and computers just didn’t seem to go together.
    “Oh, you’re the technician. Every time I turn around they’ve got someone new.” She rolled her chair away from the desk. “Have at this evil machine. I cannot seem to make it do my bidding.”
    “What’s the problem?” I came around cardboard file boxes filled to overflowing with documents.
    “I keep losing the network and I have files to upload, files to download, files to scan, files, nothing but files. And forgive me if I make it sound like a Shakespearean tragedy, but it’s the God’s truth.” She took a deep breath, fingering the crucifix hanging around her neck.
    “Hmmm. Could be something simple.” I got down on my hands and knees and checked the network cable running beneath her desk to the wall jack, saw the problem, and looked up at her. “I think you have a furry friend, one who likes to gnaw.”
    “The mouse?” She had joined me on the floor. “I’ve been trying to catch that little bastard for a week.”
    Little bastard? I smiled to myself. I might just like Sister Nell. I pointed to tiny teeth marks on the cable. “He’ll zap himself if he takes a bigger bite, but my guess is he’s learned his lesson. All you need is an undamaged line and you’ll be fine.”
    She steepled her hands and raised her green eyes to the ceiling. “Praise God they sent me someone with some common sense this time.”
    I stood and offered her a hand up, which she gratefully accepted. She was a lean, fit-looking woman, but I did hear her knees crack when she rose.
    “I may have common sense, but I don’t work here,” I said.
    “Really?” Her eyes crinkled with delight. “Perhaps I should buy an extra lottery ticket then, since this seems to be my lucky day. Of course I’d share the ten million with you if I knew your name.”
    “Abby Rose,” I said. “I came to ask you a few questions.”
    “Hang on a sec, Abby.” She picked